Day 6 of this horrid flu/cold. I drag my nauseous self to the doctor. Twenty minutes and $80 later, I have forty precious Paramax tablets and head home for a nap.
For the next two hours, I dream that I am about to publish a new edition of Alice in Wonderland with new illustrations. I meet with an agent who shows me various sketches which, she helpfully tells me, have been done by "That girl you went to camp with" and also, "The cute boy in your class".
Hmmph.
